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'Though Newcastle's as false, as he's silly, I know,
By betraying old Eobin to me long ago,
As well as all those who employ'd him before,
Yet I leave him in place, but I leave him 110 power.
'For granting his heart is as black as his hat,
With no more truth in this, than there's sense beneath
Yet as he's a coward, he'll shake when I frown: You call'd him a rascal, I'll use him like one.
'And since his estate at elections he'll spend, And beggar himself, without making a friend ;
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So whilst the extravagant fool has a sous, As his brains I can't fear, so his fortune I'll
'And as miser Hardwicke with all courts will draw, He too may remain, but shall stick to his law; For of foreign affairs, when he talks like a fool, I'll laugh in his face, and will cry, "Go to school!"
'The Countess of Wilmington, excellent nurse, I'll trust with the Treasury, not with its purse; For nothing by her I've resolv'd shall be done, She shall sit at that board, as you sit on the throne.
'Perhaps now, you expect that I should begin To tell you the men I design to bring in; But we're not yet determin'd an all their demands; —And you'll know soon enough, when they come to kiss hands.
'All that weathercock Pulteney shall ask, we must grant, For to make him a great noble nothing I want; And to cheat such a man, demands all my arts, For though he's a fool, he's a fool with great parts.